Predictions
I bet on horses.
I gamble with cards.
I speculate in stocks.
It is not with greed
That I indulge in them.
It is not for the need
That I indulge in them.
It feeds my ego
In my ability to predict.
24.05.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Most of the time common stocks are subject to irrational and excessive price fluctuations in both directions as the consequence of the ingrained tendency of most people to speculate or gamble... to give way to hope, fear and greed.
quote by Benjamin Graham
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Indulge Me
My latest little mood
A darker shade of blue
Still I draw closer to you
My pretty little dress
Begins to look a mess
Infatuation come through
Enlighten me with you
Look at things the way you do
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
Take heart Im telling you
My life has come too soon
But somewhere Ill find some time
In every other way
Youve told me what to say
These final words now are mine
Enlighten me with you
Look at things the way you do
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
Make the dream come true
Show me how to comfort you
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
You may have walked away
But were still as close
As when I gazed
Deep in your gentle eyes
Enlighten me with you
Look at things the way you do
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
Make the dream come true
Show me how to comfort you
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
Enlighten me with you
Look at things the way you do
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
Make the dream come true
Show me how to comfort you
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
Enlighten me with you
Look at things the way you do
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
Make the dream come true
Show me how to comfort you
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
song performed by by Olive
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Punishable
Playing any sort of role
Is a crime and punishable
Do not indulge in crimes.
Do not aid and abet criminals
It is a crime and punishable
Do not indulge in crimes.
Abide by the rules and regulations
If you can not abide by rules
It is abhorrent and is a crimes
And punishable
Do not indulge in crimes
Do not indulge in crimes
If you are really a human being.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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To Read Future
To read future,
We predict, speculate or gamble.
We gain and lose irregularly.
Its frequency is high in speculation.
High frequency affects one’s heart.
(16.03.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love, a sport.
When you indulge in sports
You win not all or may lose all.
Yet, you indulge in sports.
Love is a sport; forget the result.
Love with verve
01.05.2002, pkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Gambling The Life
Betting on my knowledge, I predict.
Betting on my intuition, I speculate.
Resigning to luck, I gamble at times.
All the three came to be stupid actions
Where apprehension and anxiety
Ruled in high voltage and frequency,
Having bearings on my life span.
Virtually I have gambled the life.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Women in two halves
Woman is in two halves:
To be free/to be taken care of;
To be sexual/ to be swept away;
To seduce man/ to self indulge;
To mother man/ to slave to man
Both ways she must be handled
08.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sorry If I've Caused Any Inconvenience
To embrace and know one's identity from birth,
Is not a rare occurrence...
As those on the pursuit to impress others,
Would want many to believe.
It takes one with willpower...
To leave what is felt to be nonsense behind.
And much of it is connected to capitalistic,
Desires to self indulge with a teasing to be seen.
To know exactly what one wishes,
May introduce to others...
Restrictions that conflict.
With superficial stabilities...
Like an ability to acquire multiple jobs,
To pay one's taxes or credit cards.
Feeling an accepted comfortability,
In what a dysfunctional society...
Labels as a 'normalcy',
Is for some an ideal way of life!
But someone who chooses a life creating...
Is neither lazy, confused or mentally sick.
Not as perceived from where those deemed,
'Abnormal' sit!
Some trying to convince they toil on a 9 to 5...
Exaggerate what it is they do,
Between coffee breaks and hour lunches too!
But someone who sweats doing something that is loved...
Isn't thought to live realistically.
Not if a title isn't worn with a shopping spree done at the mall.
'Oh...How embarrassing!
Is that card 'maxed' out?
I have another here somewhere.
Give me a moment.'
To embrace and know one's identity from birth,
Is not a rare occurrence...
As those on the pursuit to impress others,
Would want many to believe.
It takes one with willpower...
To leave what is felt to be nonsense behind.
And much of it is connected to capitalistic,
Desires to self indulge with a teasing to be seen...
As one capable of purchasing anything!
'Here we are!
Oh. No!
That's 'maxed' too!
I have a new one somewhere.
And, here it is!
Sorry if I've caused any inconvenience.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You May...
I would like to entwine my hands with yours, walking into the blue,
And heed everything you say.
Would this come true?
Well, only if you may...
Walking on ice, I'll support you
Walk towards me, all will be fine
The mysterious you'll walk into,
But know I'll be one to confide in, to walk straight as a line
Read this knowing,
I'm not one to divulge.
So to this message in reading,
Conceal and indulge
Of course, to indulge is to accept,
And bluntly, to accept, to discover, so to say.
So to discover, as it may be, in your life I intercept,
But of course, only if you may...
poem by Leonardo David Tay
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Indulge
Remove yourself from that which annoys.
Prioritize desires with scoops of joy employed.
Go somewhere where there is no one known there...
Take a deep breath and get issues off your chest.
Relax and let your mind rest,
And indulge yourself!
Remove your stress.
The next time something done is not liked.
Don't make it YOUR position...
To correct and make that condition right!
Even if you 'are' the boss,
Toss it aside and smile!
Let someone else wonder...
Where you are coming from,
Once in a while!
Don't give in to what's expected!
Surprise yourself and quickly reject it.
Do something different never tried before!
Go to a mirror...
And tell yourself you are adored!
Think about that more with a sense of truth.
Then ask yourself out on a date!
Treat yourself for 'one' as if it's 'two'!
And indulge,
As if it is owed to you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Journey the Land of Evermore.
Rest well my friend for it is more than expected that
You may request some time to indulge yourself in the sky.
Indulge your mind with the ever present whisperings of the muse,
The sounds of cascading water across the stones that break the fall
Smoothing as they sooth, forever are they speaking the truth upon
This journey of ours, this voyage of interpretation.
Journey the land of evermore, the land of babe Oaks and ancient kings.
Giants tear, uprooting the forest as our lady laments to sing.
poem by David Lacey
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Whatever It Takes To Participate
Fed to greed.
That's it.
Not to solicit with a consciousness,
To correct with a higher learning...
A resolving of any conflicts that today exists!
Fed to self indulge.
Spend and waste.
Whatever it takes,
To participate.
And the later time gets,
To correct what misfits...
Minds will find they are addicted,
To whatever it is that keeps them unfit.
Fed to greed.
That's it.
Not to solicit with a consciousness,
To correct with a higher learning...
A resolving of any conflicts that today exists!
And the later time gets,
To correct what misfits...
Minds will find they are addicted,
To whatever it is that keeps them unfit.
Fed to self indulge.
Spend and waste.
Whatever it takes,
To participate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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True Wealth Held In Hands
cards are played out upon gamble green table
cards kept passed tabled cards are all retained
like life chances taken forsaken what remains?
cheaters takers complainers purpose is aim ruled same
winners losers all played out in card cane greed game
chips are down in game romance legends claim fame
compassion love are only chips life value held in hand
all acts of kindness are stepping stones to promised land
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Release Yourself From Guilt
Why be self indulgent,
If the act is not a conscious effort?
Or participate in it with guilt?
Be still and know...
You have chosen to be as self indulgent,
As consciously possible.
Whenever and with your best ability!
This is not the time to be remorseful.
Especially when you can afford to have it...
As you wish!
And knowing it is well deserved!
Indulge!
And release yourself from guilt!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hymn 89
Youth and judgment.
Eccl. 11:9.
Ye sons of Adam, vain and young,
Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongue,
Taste the delights your souls desire,
And give a loose to all your fire;
Pursue the pleasures you design,
And cheer your hearts with songs and wine;
Enjoy the day of mirth, but know
There is a day of judgment too.
God from on high beholds your thoughts,
His book records your secret faults;
The works of darkness you have done
Must all appear before the sun.
The vengeance to your follies due
Should strike your hearts with terror through:
How will you stand before his face,
Or answer for his injured grace?
Almighty God! turn off their eyes
From these alluring vanities;
And let the thunder of thy word
Awake their souls to fear the Lord.
poem by Isaac Watts
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He Is A Trier
He once was a man who owned greyhounds going back a few decades ago
But for them he was all the poorer the dogs that he owned were too slow
And now he has shares in a racehorse but for that he's not a wealthier man
The race horse though well bred is quite ordinary as they say one more also ran
With greyhounds and horses he has had it this horse he does swear is his last
Venture in the greyhound or horse racing business these things he will put to his past
Any spare cash he has he'll invest in stocks and bonds with a far greater chance of success
It is due to greyhounds and horses that he is in a financial mess
He has erred twice but never again greyhounds and horses are now in his past
The horse has never run a place the greyhounds just could not run fast
Dabbling in the stock market his newest business venture trading on stocks and shares he will try
Fortune favours the brave some will tell you this time luck him may not deny
But never more greyhounds or horses for his mistakes he has had to pay
But credit him he is a trier and good times for him may not be far away.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Back Seat Bus Culture
Back Seat Bus Culture,
Draws me towards it like khakis to a vulture.
And they don’t need no plead to indulge ya’
Coz these kids they got phones and ringtone clays to sculpture
They Press play; Say ‘We’re too tired of this silence
And be quiet while we let of our musical sirens
Coz all day we behave to grey faced, teacher Tyrants
No getting stoned, just ringtones, forget violence’.
Ok I have ears but these ‘musical sirens’?
Can I request that your breath speaks of Byron?
‘More street’ you say, then try Armitage, Simon
Coz they has idea’s but got a pen to apply them.
Thanks say the kids, your words taste like those Stella’s
While the girls lick their lips at their track suited fella’s
With all due respect we don’t mean to indulge ya,
But were onto some new stuff, it’s called Back Seat Bus Culture.
poem by Jackson Worth
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The valour of gambling
One bets on horses, another on cards,
The third one on stocks, thus they push their tides.
Nor for food do they wage for they are rich
It is ego’s urge that propels them to do.
They want to see their prediction come true,
And when they come true, they beam,
With bearing for failures in between.
Hunger for ego is stronger than
Hunger for love and hunger for bread.
The valour is sweet, with loss though.
07.07.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Happiness
Take a gamble with your heart
Take a chance on happiness
Odds are on your better half
You'll be glad you placed the bet
Think it over - what's to lose?
All the odds are in your favour
Play your cards right - no excuse
You know life is what you make it
Scared to move case you get shortchanged
But nothing venture, baby - nothing gained
Take a gamble with your heart
Take a chance on happiness
Toss a coin or turn a card
Time to give those blues a rest
Play for keeps - bet your life
I see loving in your future
You'll never know if you don't try
Missionary or kama sutra?
If there's room for you to improve
There's only one thing left for you to do
Take a gamble with your heart
Take a chance on happiness
Take the plunge - leap in the dark
Put your instincts to the test
Take a gamble with your heart
Take a chance on happiness
Turn or leave me - coming start
Find out what you like the best
Take a gamble with your heart........
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Why?
Why you ask
Me, why I write
About sex?
I never ask you,
Why you indulge in
Sex ;)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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